It's No Coincidence....

.....that the word "diet" begins with "die".

Fucking diets. Whose idea was this, anyway? Some man somewhere, I feel sure. Fuckhead.

Anyway....my new blogger boyfriend, Heinous (oh, relax, Efen, he's not REALLY my boyfriend...I just dig the way he sports that lid in his pic) , gifted me with the following:

(Don't you love his internationale flair? So smexy.)

“These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers! Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must may choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.”

Thank you, H31nOus...coming from you, this award rocks!

So, as the all around general rule-breaker that I am, I'm not picking 8. I'm picking one...not that there aren't many who deserve it, but just this once, I'm all about Vinomom. She somehow has the wherewithall to write these wonderfully long, descriptive posts full of honesty and humor, and I just appreciate her style :) So, Vinomom, honey....congrats!

Now...about this fucking diet. Today I had a conversation with my assistant that went like this:

Assistant: So, blah blah, blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah blah blah.

Me: Huh?

Assistant: Do you have diet brain?

Me: Huh?

It's gonna take me a couple of days to come out of my sugar /fat/grease/holiday food withdrawl coma. Bear with me. On the bright side, I feel way skinnier already.

Fucking diet.